— Fiction —

Lemmings

“How was the weekend, Phil?”

“Not too bad. Went to the in-laws on Saturday. We took the kids to one of those water parks on Sunday.”

“We’ve been meaning to take the kids. They just love the water. How was it?”

“It was really a nice day. The weather held, so the kids were splashing around all over the place. They set up some tables on the side for the adults, so the wife and I sat down and had a nice lunch. It wasn’t too expensive either. Next time we go, I’ll give you a call and we can take the kids together. I think they’d really like that.”

“That sounds like a great idea. I’ll tell Brenda tonight. She’s been in Phoenix the last few days. Hey, where are you going?”

“I don’t know. I’m following these guys. Why is she out in Arizona?”

“There’s some conference out there for work. She says it’s been boring meetings all day, every day, but she and the girls go out for some drinks at night, so it’s not all bad.”

“As long as she gets some time with the girls, I’m sure it’s fine. I wish I knew where the hell we were going. Did you hear what happened to the Logistics division?”

“No! What happened?”

“Someone went crazy and led the whole division off the side of Eastwood Ravine.”

“Man, that’s the second Logistics division in three months.”

“I know. Only two survived. They’ll be heading up the new division. We’ve been walking forever. I wonder where we’re going.”

“No idea. I’m following you. Did you catch the game last night?”

“I caught that shot at the end. Unbelievable.”

“I know and with no time on the clock. Can you see anything ahead of us?”

“No. I’m sure we’re just walking, though. Did you ever get the numbers for the Weinstein case?”

“Phyllis said she was going to run them today. I think it looks pretty good for us. Is that a cliff?”

“Nah, couldn’t be. You feel good about the numbers?”

“I’m pretty confident. Are you sure that’s not a cliff?”

“Yes. All right, let’s hook up again later and review the numbers.”

“Sounds good. O.K., that’s definitely a cliff.”